My heart,

Transparent like a glass,

See through my innocent soul.

Trying to pave through my heart?

Tender as it is?

Do you not see?

that mounting on my heart,

shatters me,

to bits and pieces too tiny,

cannot be put back into shape.

Can be shaped back together?

How?

Will it be the same again?

Same way it was before?

Or stronger?

Like starting all over again?

Why then treat heart that way?

When all you have to do,

is to tread with care,

not break heart into pieces,

care for heart as you care for your life.

This post is in response to one word prompt. Glass.

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